Letters I'll Never Send

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I don’t know exactly when I’m going to talk with you about this, but at some point, some point soon, I am going to.

As much as we act like we’re in a relationship, and we’re intimate like we’re in a relationship, we’re not actually in a relationship, as far as I understand. I don’t know if that bothers you, as you seem comfortable with the ways things are. But surely, it bothers me…
I don’t want to be all half-hearted with you, but I have to be that way, and I have to guard myself in some ways because we’re not going out.
And I hate this.
I hate this.

This is playing with my mind and emotions.
I don’t think that I can do this anymore.

Loverboy, I think that I’m going to let you go… As much as I’m comfortable with you, and love being in your bed and in your arms, this isn’t going anywhere. And I can’t stay so long in one place.

If things don’t change, then by my birthday I will make a decision, and it will likely not be in your favour.

I want a relationship. I want to fall in love.
And if you don’t, then we split.

Maybe you’re okay with wasting time like this. Maybe this is something that works for you, because you’re busy taking care of your son and such, and maybe feel that you don’t have the time right now for a real relationship. But this isn’t working for me anymore…
Either we’re together, or we’re not.

If you’re not more clear about what we are by my birthday, then we’re not.
I’m sorry.
Was fun though…